Retirement Ceremony of 
Chief Fire Controlman 
(Surface Warfare) 
Dennis A. Fain, USN


Old Glory - The poem that accompanies the 
ceremonial passing-of-the-flag

I am the Flag of the United States of America - My name is Old Glory!

I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.

I stand watch in America's halls of justice.

I fly majestically over great institutions of learning.

I stand guard with the greatest military power in the world.

Look up and see me!

I stand for Peace, Honor, Truth, and Justice - I stand for Freedom.

I am confident, I am arrogant, I am proud!

When I am flown with my fellow banners, my head is a little higher, my colors a little truer.

I bow to no one - I am recognized all over the world.

I am Worshipped, I am Loved, and I am feared!

I have fought in every battle of every war for more than two hundred years:
Gettysburg, Shiloh, Appomattox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, the Argon Forest, Anzio, Rome, Pearl Harbor, the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Viet Nam, the Persian Gulf, and a score of other places long forgotten by all but those who were there with me.

I was there.

I led my Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines,

I followed them, and watched over them.  They love me.

I was on a small hill on Iwo Jima.

I was dirty, battle worn, and tired, but my Soldiers cheered me, and I was PROUD!

I have been soiled, burned, torn, and trampled in the streets of countries that I have helped set free.

It does not hurt, for I am invincible.

I have been soiled, burned, torn, and trampled on the streets of own country, but when it is by those whom I have served with in battle, it HURTS!

But I shall overcome - for I am strong.

I have slipped the bonds of earth, and from my vantage point on the moon, I stand watch over the uncharted new frontiers of space.

I have been a silent witness to all of America's finest hours.

But my finest hour comes...

-- when I am torn into strips to be used as a bandage for my wounded comrades on the field of battle,

-- when I fly at half mast to honor my Soldiers, my Sailors, my Airmen, my Marines,

-- and when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving mother - at the graveside of her fallen son or daughter.

I am proud - My name is Old Glory!

Long may I wave, dear God.  Long may I wave.

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